Funny you should ask…
That ‘little’ airplane in front is actually a Boeing 737-800 200 plus seats…
And for perspective, that is a 747-400 on the taxiway behind the A-380!
And of course it’s raining, again… STILL…
Only 26 more hours… Sigh…
Last day on the road for this trip, and finally got some roo pics for those interested…
All over the dang place…
And playing hell on the golf course!!! In the space of probably two miles, saw upwards of 75 roos, and no I didn’t get out and play with them!
And no, I wasn’t playing golf either… Sigh…
Based on the amount of standing water we saw today South of Sydney, I’m thinking it’s safe to say the drought is OVER!
And sometimes the ‘bar food’ hits a home run!
They looked at me funny when I ordered it without the beet root and pineapple, and the ‘lettuce’ is kinda funky, but DAYUM that was a good burger!!! And in a little pub just South of nowhere…
Now off to bed, butt draggin and 26 hour day comin tomorrow…
Part 3…
The next morning, after breakfast and the lectures, the old man and Jesse grabbed coffees and headed to the truck. Knowing they’d drawn 6th place in the starting sequence, they would have an hour of prep time and a chance for the jitters to take hold. The old men turned to Jesse, “Well, are you ready for this? We’ve got an hour, so I’m thinking about a nap…
Jesse just looked at him, “What do you mean a nap?”
“Well, all that snoring last night”
“I DO NOT snore, thank you very much!”
The old man chuckled, and Jesse realized she’d been had yet again, and finally shook her head and started laughing.
The turned to their guns, rechecking to make sure they were ready to run, and loading small backpacks with bladders, ammunition for both pistols and rifles, energy bars, and compasses; in addition to little medical blow out kits, Jesse also loaded the binoculars into the old man’s pack and the laser range finder into hers after loading new batteries into it. They both checked their EDC lights and knives in the pants pockets, and the old man slipped five rounds into his shirt pocket. He patted the other shirt pocket to make sure he had his wheel book safely tucked in that pocket.
They picked up their rifles and packs and walked back to the line. Laying their rifles on the end of a bench, they stacked their packs underneath the table. As they walked back to the stands, Jesse looked at all the rifles lying on the benches and just shook her head. Matt and Aaron walked up and set their rifles down as Jesse and the old man walked by. Jesse stopped and asked Matt what his rifle was, he replied, “Well, this is an M-40A5 in .308, McMillan stock, Remington short action, Premier 3 by15 Tactical on top and a Surefire suppressor hanging off the front. It’s magazine fed, 10 round Badger magazine modification.”
Aaron jumped in, “Mine’s an M-4 with a TA-31 RCO AGOG on top, and I’m shooting 62 grain Gold Medal Match.”
Jesse smiled at Aaron, and asked Matt, “Why the wrap on the silen…er suppressor?”
“It keeps the heat from coming off the suppressor after multiple rounds.” Matt pointed to other rifles setting on the benches, “See, about half of the rifles here have suppressors, and most of them have the wraps.”
“So those with the muzzle brakes are going to be a lot louder, right,” Jesse asked?
“Oh yeah, and don’t ever stand to the side of one of them, always get as directly behind one as you can,” Aaron said laughingly, “I learned THAT the hard way downrange when we were doing some vehicle interdiction.”
Jesse grinned and walked over to the old man who was lounging on the bleachers with his hat pulled down over his face. She plopped down next to him saying, “Papa, there are way too many nice rifles sitting out here. I’m almost embarrassed by that old gun of mine.”
“Just remember, the gun you know is better than any pretty gun Jesse,” the old man said, “and it’s our turn next, so let’s go gear up.”
The old man got up, gave Jesse a hand, and walked to the bench. Picking up his pack, he took out his eyes and ears and set them on the bench; he shrugged the pack on, settled it and picked up his rifle. Jesse was doing the same and no words were needed. Methodically he pulled out the earbuds, wet them and seated them comfortably in his ears, then pulled on his shooting glasses; the last thing was to make sure his ball cap was where he wanted it. Looking over at Jesse he asked, “You ready hon?”
“Let’s do this Papa, we ain’t, aren’t getting any younger”
Picking up their rifles, they walked down to the end of the firing line, and met Kyle the RO there. He gave them a timecard, gave them the first scenario for the cold bore shot and had them load and make ready. The old man scanned the range, and noted blue tarps blocking the view of the right side of the range and a set of scaffolding set up. He and Jesse loaded their rifles; once they’d done so, he asked if they were ready, they nodded and the beep started them on the way.
Jogging to the line, they stepped into the shooter’s box, went to prone, and confirmed targets. “Papa, I’ve got the left target, ready any time.”
“I’m on the right, in three; one, two, three…”
The two shots sounded almost as one, and they safed the rifles, got up and jogged slowly off the range.
“Okay hon, steady slow jog here,” the old man said, looking down at his compass to get a good heading and looking at the trail. It was scuffed by military boots, so everything was matching up.
Eight minutes later, they got to the first stage, clocked out and got the scenario, which was four targets spread across the hillside. Clocking in, they dropped down in the shooters box and Jesse started calling ranges, “Far left—75 yards, left center—125 yards, right center—225 yards, far right—256 yards; do you want me to take the two left,” as she reached for her rifle.
“Yep, left two are yours, I have the right two, engaging now.” Boom…
Jesse shot the 75 yard target, the old man shot the far right target as Jesse jacked another shell into the Winchester, and shot the 125 yard target. Safing the rifles, they got up and took a heading to the next stage…
Stage after stage, either at a fast walk or slow jog, they proceeded around the course until they got to stage 7. Twice they were passed by teams that had started behind them, but the old man just kept to a steady pace. At stage 7, they were caught by a third team at the clock, so the old man let them go ahead. Jesse was a little miffed, “Why did you do that Papa, WE were here first!”
Dropping down onto a convenient boulder, and patting the space next to him, he responded, “Think about it Jesse, we get our breath back, get a break off the clock, and get our heart rates down. Let those boys get up there, shoot and move on; betcha we do better than they do!”
Listening, he heard 15 shots, before the team scrambled down from the shooting box. Jesse drew a card, and the RSO told them their color was blue, clock in and go.
The old man clocked them back in, and they scrambled up the bank the 15 feet to the shooting box. Going prone the old man called, “Range check! You take the blue dots, I’ll take the blue shapes.”
“111 yards Papa, looks like 15 knots of wind, dead crosswind from the right.”
“Aim point is center of the dot for elevation, right edge of dot for wind Jesse, there are five dots, you get em, I’m on the five shapes.” Boom…
Jesse alternated shots with the old man, and had to take one extra shot as the wind shifted and she dropped one shot just to the right of the dot, “Cleared mine Papa.”
“Confirmed, safe and lets’ go.”
“Jesse, something tells me it’s about to start getting harder, this has been too easy to this point,” the old man commented as they trudged further up the ridge line.
Getting to stage 8 proved his prophetic, as they had to shoot from under a barricade with about 6 inches of clearance. Jesse was grumbling as she had to get down in the dirt to get good ranges, and take one shot; getting dirt in her hair and dirt blowing back in her face after the shot. The old man just ticked along, not saying much, just shooting the calls.
At stage 10 they finally got some long range targets, and also got their first significant angle shots, “Papa far target is 778, looks like 15 degrees down, go down two MOA, wind is about 15 knots, and it’s about 135 degrees to us slightly helping so I’d say hold low and 4 MOA right.”
“Got it, glass and check my hit,” the old man responded.
Jesse pushed the laser out of the way, got on the binoculars and called, “On it”.
“Target.”
“Send it.” Boom.
“Hit”
“Adjust right, second target, 525, 10 degrees down, come down 12 MOA, wind is 120 degrees, hold is 5 MOA right.”
“Target.”
“Send it.” Boom.
“Hit”
“Adjust right, third target, 438, 10 degrees down, come down 4 MOA, wind is 100 degrees, hold is 6 MOA right.”
“Target.”
“Send it.” Boom.
“Hit”
“Last target.”
“Okay, safe and let’s roll,” the old man said, getting slowly to his feet. Hunching and rolling his shoulders, he reslung his rifle and looked at Jesse, “How you holding up?”
“I’m okay Papa, but we’re about to get passed again; is your shoulder bothering you again?”
“A little hon, but I’ll survive; don’t worry about them passing us. Just concentrate on US getting through this.”
At stage 12, they had to shoot from the kneeling position to actually get clear shots at the target, and the old man noticed a couple of bullet tracks through the weeds, so he knew someone had tried to shoot that set prone. On stage 13 Jesse burst out laughing when they got to the stage, and there were a door and window standing there. The RSO told them the both had to shoot, one offhand through the door and one kneeling through the window. The old man had Jesse take the short target through the window using it as a rest, and he used the doorframe as a rest for his shot. Both hit and moved on to stage 14, which turned out to be a mover, the first one they’d seen in the competition. Three shots were required, through three ‘windows’ in the tar paper wall. The old man took the first shot through the first window, Jesse shot through the second window and the old man cleared the target in the second window also.
Trotting back into the range an hour and a half after they left, they were directed to the right side of the range, where a clock was sitting next to some scaffolding. Kyle was there and took the card from Jesse after she punched in, “Last stage, you have a school bus hostage situation, one shooter on the bus and moving around. He has a blue hat on and is surrounded by children and threatening to shoot them in the next five minutes. You have to climb the ladder to get a shot, and the powers that be want him taken out before the five minutes are up. Ready?”
The old man nodded and Kyle punched the time card in. “Go!”
Jesse immediately started scrambling up the ladder while the old man groaned. At the first landing Jesse stopped momentarily saying, “Can’t see everything from here, going up to the top.”
The old man continued climbing, shaking his head and thinking to himself that the heart rate was going to be through the roof by the time they both go to the top of the scaffolding, “Go, I’ll get there in a minute.”
Jesse got to the top of the scaffolding, flopped down, and pulled the range finder out of her backpack. As the old man got to the top, she yelled, “One hundred thirty-eight yards, wind is ten knots quartering left to right.” Reaching for the binoculars from the old man’s backpack to start looking for the target.
“Got it Jesse, get on your gun, cause we’ve only shot forty five targets, so there might be two on this one.”
Jesse stopped, and shook her head, then picked up her rifle and set up on the target rolling the scope back to a 2x, “Looks like random timing on pop-ups in the windows Papa, first three windows left haven’t seen a blue hat yet.”
“M’kay, keep watching and tell me if it’s the same figures that come up every time; I’ll take the two back windows.” Settling the scope on the bar between the last two windows gave the old man enough coverage to see both of them. A small head popped up in the last window, and he moved over to the next to the last window figuring that would probably be where the target showed. Suddenly it was there for about two seconds, but he wasn’t ready for the shot with a small child being held in front of the target. Wiggling down one more time he said, “Got the target fourth window back, hostage child in front, tight shot. I’ll take it if I get it again.”
Jesse didn’t answer, just kept watching the front windows. It seemed like it was taking forever for the targets to pop back up.
Boom! The old man had taken the shot and Jesse jumped a little bit, not expecting it.
Suddenly there was a swinger at the front of the bus, Jesse sighted in, saw the gun on the target and took the shot. Crack! “Swinger, at the front Papa, I think I got him.”
“Okay, unload and safe the guns and lets get down from here,” the old grumbled.
Jesse repacked her bag, threw it over her shoulder and followed the old man down the ladders back to the ground. Kyle was standing there when they stepped up, “Unload and show clear on the rifles please, y’all made it in the five minute window and y’all are completed.”
The old man and Jesse both showed clear and the old man grinned, “That was a tricky little set up there, with that swinger coming out. I can’t help but wonder how many have gotten it, and how many missed it.”
Kyle just smiled, “Well, lets’ just say you’re one of the few. Y’all can unload and either come back here and watch shooters come in, or go grab some lunch inside, or go back to the hotel and catch some down time. We’re not posting any scores here, those will be posted tonight at the restaurant after we award the various teams. Don’t forget, six pm for the feed.”
Walking back to the line, they stowed their rifles in the cases and carried them back to the truck. The old man opened the tailgate and they shoved the rifles into the back and covered them back up with the blanket. The old man sat down on the tailgate and reached over giving Jesse a hug, “You done good girl, I’m proud of ya for hanging in there today, and I hope you’ve at least had a little fun out here.”
Jesse hugged him back and laid her head on his shoulder, “Papa, I wouldn’t have missed this for the world. It’s been an education and then some thank you; and I stink, I’m dirty, and I’m hungry. So lets go eat and “I” want to go back and take a nice long hot bath!”
The old man just shook his head and chuckled, “Women…”
Getting up, they walked back to the clubhouse, grabbed some lunch and headed back to the hotel. Jesse got her long hot bath, and the old man got a nap in.
To be continued…
Or are a lot of bloggers that are dropping off/reducing their blogging severely in the last month or so???
I’m wondering if folks are just getting tired of all the BS out there between politics, scandals, and now the NSA revelations…
Sadly, I guess I’m going to have to go through my links and drop folks that haven’t blogged in a while. Actually I’ve been meaning to do that for a while, and add a few folks too, but honestly work is kicking my ass right now.
In other news, the poor bastard sitting next to me on the airplane this morning was 6’10” and stuck in a middle seat. I traded with him because he LITERALLY had his knees up under his chin! And I got stuck (again) with the chicken parts lunch…
I swear I’ve NEVER seen anything that looked like ‘that’ come off a chicken in my life…
At least I can get a good breakfast this morning to kinda make up for that! I joked with Julie the other night that I always ‘try’ to have at least one good meal a trip, but damn, I truly hate it when I ONLY get one good meal a trip… Sigh…
In answer to the email about reading, yes reading a LOT of books (thank you Nook)!!!
Read both the Sarah Hoyt Darkship novels, read all three of the Raymond Feist Chaoswar Saga. It’s truly hard to believe he wrote the first novel 30 years ago!!!
Currently reading American Gun by Chris Kyle. How can I read so much you ask?
Well, I can’t do any work on airplanes, and I’ve seen all the damn movies, and I read really fast… 🙂 Currently I have 729 books on my Nook, and I’ve probably read all but maybe 10 of them.
In the aw s!!t we’re all gonna die category…
The car in front of me and I are trying to go straight… Simple yes???
Ummm, not so much, the Trolley is turning LEFT, and the bus has decided to turn RIGHT!!!
In the law of gross tonnage, us cars were definitely going to lose! And the bus couldn’t back up, so we sat for probably five minutes till somebody showed up and cleared the Trolley (it missed the bus by less than 6 inches apparently). Then the bus cut us all off and went right across two lanes.
And this was within three blocks of the hotel, and I was just starting an hour’s drive to the meeting…
Wrong side of the road, way too early in the morning, not enough coffee… sigh…
By popular demand (e.g. yelling screaming and a bunch of emails)…
Part 2…
At 5pm all the competitors gathered in the clubhouse to hear the course of fire layout for the competition tomorrow. Since most of the teams had shot together either at this match or others, there was the usual babble of noise, backslapping and insults flying back and forth. The old man hit the coffee pot again and he and Jesse slipped into the back row of chairs and sat quietly, just watching the interplay.
An older gent walked to the front of the room and banged on the table for attention. “All right gentlemen, shaddap, siddown and lets get this show on the road. I’m Kyle Edwards and I’m the RO for this little get together and I want to get all this info out now and make sure y’all don’t have any questions. Everyone here is either military or law enforcement, so if you’re carrying that is not a problem. The entire COF will be considered a hot range the entire time. However, if you exhibit unsafe behavior, you will be DQ’ed immediately and without recourse. All RSOs will be open carrying, will be in red shirts, and will be positioned at each station.”
Walking to the front row, he handed a stack of papers to the first man on the row, saying, “Take one and pass em down; here’s the layout of the course, it’s a seven klick course, fifteen stages, starting and ending here at the range.“
Walking back to the table, he clicked the computer and the COF popped up on the back wall. He continued, “First and last stages are on the range here. Total target count is forty seven, with shot opportunities for both shooter and spotter depending on how you want to run your teams.
Pacing back and forth, Kyle continued, “In addition to the RSOs there will be two scoring persons at each position, they will be in white event shirts and WILL NOT, lemme say that again, WILL NOT tell you your scores on any stage. That’s what your spotter is for.”
“When you come to the line tomorrow, you must have everything you will need to complete the entire COF, including weapons, what ever round count you need or want, water, batteries or anything else. The first stage here will be a cold bore shot at 100 yards for each member of the team. You will then proceed onto the course out the left exit from the firing line. You will be responsible for navigation to each stage, and once there you will get specific engagement parameters from the RSO at that point. There will probably be a few spectators at some of the stages. Now I’ll tell ya, this first stage is the ONLY stage that is an exact range; so it’s shooter beware, and ya better know your equipment. Lasers are approved, since everybody and their brothers have one now, and the scoring is as follows.”
Picking up a paper off the table and clicking the computer to the next slide, Kyle read, “Anything less than 300 yards will have a one half MOA ten slash X ring, and four more one half MOA rings outside those. Maximum score is ten points, going down by two points per ring. Over three hundred yards, will have a one MOA ten slash X ring, and four more one MOA rings outside of those. If the spotter is shooting those sizes are doubled. If you get movers or swingers, they will have a one MOA X ring and a two MOA ten ring, and those will also be doubled if the spotter takes those shots. The final standings will be based on a combination of time to complete the course and scoring for the shots.”
The old man and Jesse looked over the COF paper that had finally made it to the back row. It was set up with compass courses and distances from stage to stage, overlayed on a topo map of the area, but no specific information on each stage. Tracing the route with his finger the old man chuckled, saying, “Well, we’re not gonna win this one honey, it’s up down and around, with some pretty steep climbs just prior to the stages, so we’re gonna get beat on the time. But maybe we can outshoot a few of these young bucks.”
Smiling, Kyle looked out over the room, “Now we DID bring y’alls favorite stage back from last year.”
And was interrupted by groans, and grumbling including one, “Fucking DOTS, gahdam,” from the shooters.
Kyle laughed, “Yes sir, it’s the dots again, stage seven, on top of the ridge, and you’ll draw for colors. Now those are all one MOA targets, but you gotta get ten of them out of each target.“
Jesse leaned over to the old man, “Dots Papa?”
“I don’t know Jesse, but I’m guessing it’s not going to be a fun stage. Probably something like a dot torture target, but colored dots and something else thrown in. And if it’s on top of a ridge, wind’s going to play a part.”
Tracing the route again he laughed softly, “Damn that is almost a vertical climb to get to stage seven, THAT is gonna hurt.”
Concerned with the course and elevation changes, Jesse asked, “Papa, are you going to be okay doing these? I’m mean this is a lot of walking, climbing and all; and you’re not exactly young anymore.”
“Hell Jesse, this is no worse than a typical day on the ranch, and I’m not in that bad a shape. This is all about heart rate, breath control, and knowing when to take a shot.” We’re not going to win, but I don’t believe we’ll be last either.”
Kyle held up a card and waved it at the room, “Here is your time card, you will be required to keep this with you at all times tomorrow, and here’s how we will run this. On command, you will punch the clock to start stage one, do your shots and proceed to the next stage. At each stage you will clock in and hand your card to the RSO. He or she will brief you on the engagement and when you have received the brief, you will clock back in and shoot the stage, then proceed. If, as has happened before, we have more than one team on a stage at the same time; you will not be put back on the clock until the previous team has completed the stage, so the time waiting will not be held against you. Remember, it’s cumulative time and score, so if you forget to clock in at each stage, you’ll be adding time that could cost ya.”
Kyle leaned against the table and looked out over the teams, “Now the last things before the BBQ is, we’re going to do a low light night shoot starting at 1900 as a bonus shoot, so participation is NOT mandatory; but we’ll have some fun with it. The other thing is show time is 0800 tomorrow morning for check–in and breakfast; and we will have two presentations that you are welcome to attend on optics and long range shooting, and new technology rifles and bullets and their impact on long range shooting. These are being sponsored by American Snipers dot org, and y’all might find them informative. Now the food’s out back, go eat!”
At that point, the room erupted into noise and movement as folks headed for the doors to get in line for the BBQ. The old man and Jesse hung back, and didn’t take part in any of the byplay going on. Matt walked over, and Jesse asked, “What is the dot thing he was talking about?”
Matt shuddered, “It’s fuc..er… damn diabolical that’s what it is. It’s about 100 dots on a board, but they are NOT all circles, they are various shapes, but all of em have dots IN them. And the colors are mixed all over the board, you get up there, draw a color and then each of you will have to hit five dots to clear the stage. There is no ammo limit, but you DO have to hit all ten to clear the stage successfully. Last year some folks ran out of ammo trying to clean that stage, and basically DQ’ed themselves, but they were allowed to finish. Last year it was about a hundred ten yards, so just enough off that people were dropping shots low.”
“So, one minute of angle at one hundred-ish yards is roughly one inch, and you’re expected to hit five of five each?”
Matt replied, “Yep, first thing is range the target and then go high or low from there. I’ve got incremental dope for 25 yard intervals all the way out to a thousand yards, since I screwed that last year.”
Jesse turned to the old man, “Papa, we don’t have anything but a hundred yard dope! What are we going to do?”
Grinning at her and Matt, he said slyly, “Why we’ll have to improvise, adapt and overcome.”
Matt burst out laughing and just pointed a finger at the old man, “You got me with that one!”
Chatting quietly they moved through the line and picked up plates of BBQ, the old man jerked his head, and he and Jesse went back to the truck, unlocking the tailgate, they sat on it and ate the BBQ and fixins. After they’d finished, he looked at Jesse, “Well, do you want to try this night shoot hon? Or do you want to blow it off and go back and get some sleep?”
“Papa, I don’t care, but if we ‘need’ bonus points, I’m all for it, and shooting tonight would give us an idea of what they might do to us on the stages.”
“Good point, but lets reserve judgment until we see what they’ve got up their sleeves.”
Getting up, Jesse grabbed the plates and headed back to the clubhouse, asking over her shoulder, “Coffee?” The old man just nodded.
After a restroom break, Jesse hit the coffee pot, getting two cups and putting .50 cents in the can. As she was turning away, Kyle smiled and held out his hand, “Miss, I’d just like to welcome you to this shoot, and I’m gonna apologize ahead of time for the language you’re gonna hear the next couple of days. I’m kinda surprised y’all came all the way from Texas for this, but you won’t get the long distance award, cause that’s going to the team from England.”
Jesse smiled, “Well, I’m a ranch girl, so I’m pretty sure I’ve heard all that before, and I’ve probably USED most of them at one time or another. Papa decided he wanted to do one last shoot, so this is kinda his swan song, so to speak. And before you ask, no he’s not my real papa, but he raised me from the time I was seven after my parents were killed. So I call him Papa, since he’s really the only papa I’ve known most of my life. Here are my creds, and yes I really AM a deputy sheriff in Texas, albeit a reserve, but I do 40 hours a month of patrol or operations.”
Kyle handed the credentials back, abashed, “Well, I never doubted your creds, but some of the old farts around here were questioning how old you were, and whether you really were an LEO. I’ll straighten them out now.”
Jesse just looked at Kyle, “I’m twenty three, I went through the academy at twenty one, and was immediately brought on as a reserved when I graduated. You gotta understand, our county is forty seven hundred square miles, and a population of a tad over fifteen thousand folks; and the total Sheriff’s department only has twenty full time officers on patrol, DPS has eleven, and we have ONE game warden. When you figure a four to one ratio, that means any given time there are a total of five Sheriff’s department and one DPS on patrol in the entire county, so a bunch of us reserves are almost always available as backup or to take a call if it’s close to our place. Otherwise it could take twenty or twenty five minutes for an officer to get from one side of the county to the other, and that’s running balls out since it’s almost sixty miles across the county.”
Kyle didn’t reply, and Jesse continued, “Any ‘other’ questions Mr. RO?”
Kyle just shook his head, “No Ma’am, not a one. Somehow I think you’re going to surprise some folks tomorrow.”
Jesse carried the coffee back to the truck and handed one of the cups to the old man. They sat and drank the coffee as others started filtering into the parking lot and getting gun cases from the various vehicles. Jesse looked over, “Well Papa?”
Throwing the rest of the coffee on the ground the old man got up, rolled his shoulders and said, “Let’s go see if we can do this hon.”
They grabbed the rifle cases, and Jesse threw the binoculars and range finder into the shoulder bag, and they walked back up to the range. It looked like every team was there, and there were rifles of every possible configuration sitting on the benches. They added theirs to the end of the bench, and filtered to the back of the group.
“Thunk, thunk, y’all hear me?” Kyle asked over the range PA, “Okay, you’ll be shooting in order of team entry. Here’s the scenario, you’re responding to a call, and have to stop short of the scene. The caller states there are four unknowns with guns, and his wife and daughter are being held hostage by two of them, the others have fired at him from out of the darkness. They are holding them just over the berm. You’ve got to cover fifty yards, with two unknowns holding two hostages at something estimated at around one hundred yard range. There are two other unknowns somewhere in that fifty yard stretch that you can engage with either pistol or rifle, your choice.”
“If you’re not on the line, please remain behind the back bench, and feel free to sit in the bleachers. Oh yeah, and we will not post the times for tonight’s shoot until the dinner tomorrow night, in case we need them for tie breakers.”
Team after team rolled through the scenario until it was the old man and Jesse’s turn. They picked up their rifles and walked over to the car sitting on the line. The old man looked at Jesse, “You’ve got the left, I’ll take the right, two yard offset going down range.” Jesse nodded.
The RSO introduced himself, “Hi, I’m John and I’ll be your RO for this run. If you want to load your rifles please don’t put a round in the chamber. Place them in the trunk so you can get to them quickly, and set what ever else you need where you can get to it. Eyes and ears ahead of time, go strap into the seats, and when you’re ready, I’ll hit the timer. In two to four seconds you’ll get the beep, and then it’s on you. I’ll be following you to catch the rounds fired, and record your total time. Please don’t muzzle me or each other as you go down range. Any questions?”
The old man and Jesse looked at each other and shook their heads. Walking around the car they got in and buckled up. John stepped to the window, “Shooters ready?”
In the stands, Matt and Aaron both reached for their watches, ready to hit the timers. They knew from timing their runs, and most of the others, they were in pretty good shape, and were confident they’d both gotten at least 10 rings if not x’s on the targets and they had cleared the poppers fairly quickly.
The old man nodded, John hit the timer, and three seconds later the beep sounded. They both cleared the car, Jesse pulled the trunk open and grabbed her shoulder bag, threw it over her shoulder and picked up her rifle as the old man cleared the back of the car. He grabbed his rifle and they started jogging down range with John following.
Jesse offset to the left to keep from muzzling the old man and scanned ahead and left. There definitely wasn’t a lot of light and after about twenty-five yards she began to get nervous about when the unknowns were going to show. Suddenly the poppers erupted from the ground ahead and to the left and right of the line. Both Jesse and the old man drew and fired without breaking stride. The boom of the .45 and crack of the .357 sounding almost simultaneously.
Re-holstering on the run and they continued jogging to the shooter box. Both went down prone, the old man scanning for the targets and calling, “Two up left one is a tighter shot, target right. I’ll take it; you take the right one, target left.” Jesse responded, “Left target 109 yards, right target 118 yards. Going to the gun.”
“Up, on the right Papa.”
“On three- One, two, three…” Two cracks sounded almost simultaneously again, and John hit the timer.
In the stands, Matt and Aaron hit their timers on their watches, and just looked at each other. They had just been trounced by almost ten seconds.
“Damn, how’d they do that Matt,” Aaron asked?
Shaking his head Matt replied, “Well they didn’t have to stop and fumble with the holsters like we did, and they didn’t waste any time. They just went out and got it done.
The RO stepped up to the old man and Jesse, “Unload and show clear on the rifles please, keep your pistols holstered, flashlight coming on,” John said. The old man and Jesse got up, unloaded and showed clear chambers to John.
The scorer putted by on his ATV as the old man and Jesse walked back to the line. John was looking at his timer and shaking his head, of all the teams he’d RSO’ed tonight, this team was the fastest at 32.2 seconds by at least a 10 second margin. Now the question was how good were the shots they took? As they walked back, John took a can of white spray paint out of a pant pocket, and went to the poppers to spray the hit. Jesse looked at the old man’s popper, “Head shot? Or was that an accident Papa,” she said with a grin.
The old man smiled, “Of course, am I going to see a body shot on yours?”
“Nah, right eye Papa.”
They walked to the other popper, and sure enough Jesse’s shot was close enough to be called a right eye shot. John just shook his head and sprayed the target. They walked back to the line in silence, and thanked John for RO’ing for them. They went straight to the truck, put the rifles away and headed to the hotel.
John was surprised they didn’t ask about their scores, but then again, they weren’t the ‘normal’ team that was here. He went over to the scoring table, showed the lady the timer, and she whistled. John cocked his head and looked at her, “What was that for Merle?”
“Well, they’re second fastest, and based on their shots, they’re actually leading. How good were the hits on the poppers?”
“Merle, they were jogging, and I don’t think either one even broke stride, two head shots, and they just kept on trucking. How good were the shots?”
“X and a ten ring John.”
“Damn, and she’s shooting a lever gun Merle!”
To be Continued…
Got a chance to have dinner with Julie and family tonight, and shooting buddy; along with Tarb, who was able to make it to dinner. Ironically, Tarb had never met Julie and family until tonight.
As always, the conversations veered wildly from place to place and thing to thing, and I got a brownie for dessert! And it was GOOD too!!! 🙂 And the young ladies are starting to learn how to drive, and those stories were hilarious! Due to oldest daughter’s getting accepted early for high school, Julie et al will not be able to make it to the States next year; but the trade off of a full ride HS scholarship is not something to be sneezed at down here. The girls are growing into young ladies, and Julie and hubby better start loading the shotgun! 🙂
Frankly, I’m just amazed at all the crap these folks have to go through to own, much less shoot guns. And irony of ironies, .22 is actually CHEAPER here than it is in the states! $6/50 for .22LR!
Due to it being a school night/work night the evening ended early, but fun was had and good food eaten! Thanks for the hosting lady!!!
This one is interesting, not only from the ‘perspective’ but from the parallels when you change just a few words…
BOSTON
National guard units seeking to confiscate a cache of recently banned assault weapons were ambushed on April 19th by elements of a para-military extremist faction. Military and law enforcement sources estimate that 72 were killed and more than 200 injured before government forces were compelled to withdraw.Speaking after the clash, Massachusetts Governor Thomas Gage declared that the extremist faction, which was made up of local citizens, has links to the radical right-wing tax protest movement. Gage blamed the extremists for recent incidents of vandalism directed against internal revenue offices. The governor, who described the group’s organizers as “criminals,” issued an executive order authorizing the summary arrest of any individual who has interfered with the government’s efforts to secure law and order. The military raid on the extremist arsenal followed wide-spread refusal by the local citizenry to turn over recently outlawed assault weapons.Gage issued a ban on military-style assault weapons and ammunition earlier in the week. This decision followed a meeting in early this month between government and military leaders at which the governor authorized the forcible confiscation of illegal arms.One government official, speaking on condition of anonymity, pointed out that “none of these people would have been killed had the extremists obeyed the law and turned over their weapons voluntarily.” Government troops initially succeeded in confiscating a large supply of outlawed weapons and ammunition. However, troops attempting to seize arms and ammunition in Lexington met with resistance from heavily-armed extremists who had been tipped off regarding the government’s plans. During a tense standoff in Lexington ‘s town park, National Guard Colonel Francis Smith, commander of the government operation, ordered the armed group to surrender and return to their homes. The impasse was broken by a single shot, which was reportedly fired by one of the right-wing extremists. Eight civilians were killed in the ensuing exchange.Ironically, the local citizenry blamed government forces rather than the extremists for the civilian deaths. Before order could be restored, armed citizens from surrounding areas had descended upon the guard units. Colonel Smith, finding his forces overmatched by the armed mob, ordered a retreat.Governor Gage has called upon citizens to support the state/national joint task force in its effort to restore law and order. The governor also demanded the surrender of those responsible for planning and leading the attack against the government troops. Samuel Adams, Paul Revere, andJohn Hancock, who have been identified as “ringleaders” of the extremist faction, remain at large.And this, people, is how the American Revolution began.April 20, 1775
Worth thinking about? Probably…
h/t JP
In this day and age, pretty much a lost art… or service…
Some stories from the past and some from high end stores/retailers
TALES OF GREAT CUSTOMER SERVICE
-A guy jokingly tweeted Morton’s Steakhouse to deliver a porterhouse when he landed at the airport. They delivered. The guy was really shocked, as he noted that in order for the delivery to happen his Tweet had to be noticed, someone had to get approval for the idea, a cook had to make his food, the food had to be driven 23.5 miles away from the nearest Morton’s, and someone had to track down his flight information and figure out where he was landing to meet him at the right location.
-A Zappos customer’s mother had recently had some medical treatment that left her feet numb and sensitive to pressure – and also rendering most of her shoes totally useless. She ordered her mother six pairs of shoes from Zappos, hoping that at least one of them would work. After receiving the shoes, her mother called Zappos to get instructions on how to return the shoes that didn’t work, explaining why she was returning so many shoes. Two days later, she received a large bouquet of flowers from Zappos, wishing her well and hoping that she recovered from her treatments soon. Two days later, the customer, her mother and her sister were all upgraded to Zappos VIP Members which gives them all free expedited shipping on all orders.
-One more Zappos story. CEO Tony Hsieh took some clients out for a night on the town. After the bar closed, they all went back to their hotel. One of his clients had a yearning for a pizza, but it was 2am and the hotel kitchen was closed. So Hsieh suggested she call Zappos and see if they could find her a pizza. In other words, he told his client to call his company, a fashion retailer -at two in the morning- and ask for a pizza. So the client called Zappos and asked for a pizza. There was a short pause on the other end of the line, then the Zappos operator found three pizza stores near the hotel that were still open, and ordered the pizza.
-A UK grocery store must have been pretty amused when they received a letter from a three-year-old girl named Lily. “Why is tiger bread called tiger bread?” she asked, referring to one of their bakery items. “It should be called giraffe bread”. Lily was just being observant – the pattern on the bread does resemble a giraffe more than a tiger. To everyone’s surprise, a customer service manager at the chain, responded. “I think renaming tiger bread to giraffe bread is a brilliant idea – it looks much more like the blotches on a giraffe than the stripes on a tiger, doesn’t it? It is called tiger bread because the first baker who made it a long time ago thought it looked stripy like a tiger. Maybe they were a bit silly”. He enclosed a gift card, and the bread was renamed later that year.
-There is a famous story about Macy’s Department store back in the 1950s. One day, a customer walked in to return an item she had purchased. Macy’s took it back with a smile, refunded the full purchase price, and the lady left happy. This may not sound overly remarkable but it is because Macy’s didn’t even sell the product the lady returned. They simply wanted to do everything in their power to have that lady leave the store happy, because a happy customer is a repeat customer. They gave her a refund, even though she had bought the item at another store.
-An 89-year-old grandfather got snowed in a couple years ago and found himself with barely any food in the house. His daughter called several markets in the area to see if any of them had grocery delivery services, but the only one that said they did was Trader Joe’s. They actually don’t but were willing to help out this old guy. As the man’s daughter placed an order, the Trader Joe’s representative on the phone recommended other items that would be good for her dad’s low-sodium diet. An up-sell? Nope. Delivery and of course groceries were free of charge.
-A man was en route from a business trip in LA to his daughter’s home in Denver to say goodbye to his dying grandson. Since this was quite sudden, the man’s wife called Southwest to arrange the last-minute flight and explained the emergency situation. Unfortunately, the man was held up by L.A. traffic and long lines at LAX – and didn’t make it to the gate on time. When he finally did make it 12 minutes after the plane was scheduled to leave, he was shocked to find the pilot waiting for him.
-Because of their son’s food allergies, a family vacationing at the Ritz-Carlton, Bali, was always careful to bring their own supply of specialised eggs and milk. In this particular instance, however, the food was ruined en route. The Ritz-Carlton manager couldn’t find any of the special items in town, but his executive chef recalled that a store in Singapore sold them. The chef contacted his mother-in-law, who lived there, and had her purchase the items, then fly to Bali [about 2.5 hours away] to deliver them. Only at the Ritz-Carlton.
-It’s 1am and freezing in New York City. A father and his kids are camped out in front of the Radio City Music Hall, hoping to get wristbands for the NFL Draft but the ticket window won’t open for another five hours. Suddenly, a taxi pulls up, doorman jumps out, drapes the family in blankets, hands them all cups of hot chocolate then speeds off. It wasn’t an act of random kindness, it was incredible customer service. The family had checked into the Ritz-Carlton before heading out to Radio City and the night manager there wanted to make sure they were comfortable as they waited in the cold – even though they were on a sidewalk four miles from the hotel.
-At a Nordstrom’s department store a member of the security staff noticed a woman crawling around on her hands and knees on the sales floor. When he discovered that she was looking for a diamond that had fallen out of her wedding ring while she was trying on clothes, he got down and searched with her. He also recruited a small team of people to help comb the floors. Eventually, the crew painstakingly picked through the dirt and debris in the store vacuum cleaners before coming up with the woman’s diamond.
-Apparently a man bought an iPad online before returning it to Apple almost immediately, affixing a Post-It to the front of the device that simply read “Wife said no”. Returns processors must have gotten a kick out of it because the story eventually made its way to a couple of Apple VPs, who refunded the customer and returned the iPad with an attached Post-It that said “Apple said yes”.
Or lack thereof…
And still getting the body clock to at least ‘think’ about cooperating…
So, more COFFEEEeee…
Fire that sucker up, I needs a coffee fix here…
And I’m FIRMLY convinced this one is true!
Now if they just had drip coffee in the rooms instead of instant…
Meeting Tarb from here in Australia was a real pleasure, and he’s a nice in person (and as funny) as he appears to be on Facebook and Skype; he’s also very laid back and knowledgable of what is going on world-wide. He’s also a shooter, and loves his .45 (can’t figure out why)!
We spent a couple of hours just chatting and drinking coffee, and commiserating about the lack of selection of guns available to Aussies, and attitudes toward guns and shooting in Australia. He is another that believes it IS changing (slightly) in a positive direction down under, but here too the media tends to drive the coverage in a negative direction (does that sound familiar or what???),
He’s fairly new to pistol shooting, but grew up shooting rifles and shotguns, and knows what he wants, the problem is actually being able to get it.
Thank you Sir for coming in to meet me, and hopefully we can get together again when I’m in the area!
Edit- I got to meet another reader for dinner, Sendarius whom as it turns out is ALSO in Perth! He’s also a shooter and long time IPSC competitor, and basically concurs with all that Tarb said, except he DOES discuss shooting at work. 🙂 He’s got a lot of funny stories, and had me rolling laughing more than once!
Thanks guy, a real pleasure to meet you and maybe next time we can actually go shoot!